Slowly
At dusk
I wash off your scent,
Changing like the blushing light outside,
Smelling as burning leaves do
To a tree,
My hands rub against what's left of you on my skin;
If bubbles lasted longer than a breath
They would reflect our
Everlasting bond of pain --
You write your actions in blood
But I am a hungry shark,
One day I'll ask you:
''Can you return my sacrifice,''
and wait for no reply.
I have no identity crisis crumbling my newly sharpened
teeth,
I am a hungry shark, and now, you are
Just meat.